A/N: Two chapters because we hit 200 reviews! So you'll have 50 chapters! Yay! Starts with Peeta.

"Well, I don't know." We've never actually had down time to relax without worrying about anything. ~

Sighing, I walk over to the bed and lie back down. "Come lay with me," I whine. ~

I come over to him and sit on the bed before laying next to him. "What is it?" ~

"I just want to lay with you." I reach up and tug on his hair. "Pleeeeaaase." ~

I shoot him a look, because he knows what that does to me, but I give in and lie down nonetheless. ~

"Thank you." I kick off my shoes and pull the covers over us. "I know it isn't time to sleep yet...it's barely even lunch, actually." I laugh. "But I like it this way." ~

"It's cozy." I smile. "I don't mind at all." I pull off my shoes, too. "Do you want to go down and eat later?" ~

"Maybe." I shrug. "We haven't had a chance to eat earlier, so...we probably should. But that isn't for another, what, hour?" ~

"At the least." I respond, nudging myself under his arm. "So we have some time to kill." ~

"Alright." I take the edge of the covers and pull them over our heads completely. "I like this too." ~

"It's dark." I say stupidly. "Where'd you go?!" I feign concern. ~

"I'm a figment of your imagination, Peeta." I laugh. "You're talking to yourself." ~

"No, no, see I know you're wrong, because the voice in my head doesn't laugh. Or sound like my boyfriend." I nudge him playfully. "I'm not crazy." ~

"How pathetic. You've gotten to the point where you make Cato talk to you when he isn't really talking." He's so adorable and...ugh. ~

"Cato, seriously, stop." I laugh a little. "It hasn't spoken to me for a long, long time now!" Thank goodness, right? ~

"Stop what?" I imitate his 'completely innocent' look, but I'm not exactly sure I can pull it off. ~

"Pretending you're the stupid voice in my head." I stick my tongue out at him. "I finally got rid of it." ~

"Did you?" I hope so. ~

"Yeah, I think so...I mean, it's been longer than it ever has been without it. With most of the pain from the torture gone, it was just that voice and the scars holding me to it." ~

"Good. Stupid you was competing with me for your undivided attention." I laugh. "I win." ~

"You always would've won, anyway, between you and me." I kiss somewhere on him, because I can barely see. "I was kind of an ass." ~

"There's no way you could be more of an ass than me." I wipe the wet kiss off my shoulder. "I know you're a little short there, but my face is up here." I pick up his chin to face me. ~

"Not my fault it's dark and you're way too tall." I laugh, and pick up my hands to feel out his face before kissing him on the lips. "Better?" ~

"Much." This is great. I have to make these last few days together the best they could possibly be. "You're kinda short." ~

"Well you're tall. It just works out that way." I pause. "Tell me something about you I don't know," I say out of nowhere. ~

"I'm incredibly sexy," I say seriously. ~

I groan. "That's cheating. I knew that already." ~

"Well, I don't really know..." There's one thing, though. "You've always wanted to be a baker, right? Whether you had to be or not?" ~

"Yeah." I laugh. "It sounds silly, but yeah." ~

"Not as silly as what I'm about to tell you," I laugh nervously. I wonder how he'll take it. Probably laugh at me. ~

"Hm?" I'm slightly confused. "What is it?" ~

"Well, for basically my entire life, until maybe a year or two ago, I uh..." I sigh. "Well, I mean uh...I adored the Capitol." Gross. "And I always thought that after the Games, I'd make it as far as my dad made it. That's where I aimed for." ~

"You wanted to be a Peacekeeper?" I laughed a little. "For some reason, I definitely can't see that." ~

"Stop! Don't laugh!" Well, this is embarrassing. Thank god he can't really even see my face right now. "I was stupid, okay?!" ~

"No, no, I'm just curious! I mean, it makes sense, cause you're from Two and stuff. Twelve, it was do what your family did or be a miner. That wasn't even an option, so I've never really thought about it." I scruff his hair. "I mean, the Peacekeepers in Twelve were really nice." ~

"I wanted to because I thought my dad was the shit." No, he's just a piece of shit. "But I guess I met my lifelong goal. You know, when I came to rescue you." ~

"Well there ya go!" I kiss him on the cheek. "Things work out in mysterious ways, don't they?" ~

"I guess...but now you have to tell me something embarrassing about you that I never knew before." I was so stupid. Fuck my life. ~

"I didn't specify that yours had to be embarrassing, but fine." I think for a minute. "Okay, so when I was a little kid, I sleepwalked." ~

"You did?" It takes everything to hold in laughter. "And you replaced it with sleeptalking, right?" ~

"No, that wasn't the embarrassing part!" I hiss, sighing. ~

"Sorry!" Oh god, it gets worse. "Continue." ~

"Well, at night, when the bakery's closed, my dad keeps the front and side doors locked, so we can know that everything's safe upstairs. It was like, Christmas time, and there was blizzard, so he locked up early. Since the first floor is the bakery, we live upstairs. I went up and went to bed in a pair of pajama pants, and woke up sitting outside in the middle of the street in two feet of snow at like, two in the morning, locked out." ~

"Aww, poor little Peeta-wait." Laughter aside, I continue. "Please tell me those pajama pants were still on you when you woke up." ~

"Yes, they were!" I laugh. "But I was only in pants, in a subzero blizzard, pitch black out, with no method of getting back inside! I had to walk a few blocks before knocking on someone's door to ask to call my house for them to let me in." ~

"Oh god...did they all laugh?" ~

"You bet." I smile a little now, thinking back on it. "That was kinda funny. What wasn't funny is that, for being 'stupid enough to lock myself out', my mom wouldn't let me in. I sat on the side doormat for another hour until she fell asleep and my dad let me in." ~

"Yeah...definitely not the funny part." Immediately, I hug him because I know he hates what his mom has done to him all these years. "You could've died out there." ~

"No kidding. I always thought that's why I was so clumsy. I never quite felt my feet completely after that." I laugh quietly at the silly bit of blame. "I felt like it was days instead of just an hour, you know? Plus, I've always been hypersensitive to cold, because luckily, our home was always warm because of the big oven." I close my eyes for a moment, thinking about the old house, and how nostalgic the smells of the bakery made me. ~

"How old were you when this happened?" ~

I think about it. I wasn't going to school yet, so... "Three, maybe four? Probably four, though, because I was shorter than average, but I was just barely taller than the snow." ~

Three or four. "You were that young and your own mother wanted to keep you out of the house for the entire night in the freezing snow? At Christmas time?" I'm beyond pissed. "I don't care if she's your mom. I want to kill her." ~

"I was little, and I didn't understand why." I think about that night, and the rush of warmth when my father opened the front door behind me and told me to come in. "My dad dried me off with a warm, dry towel and sent me to bed with extra blankets." I miss him. ~

"Do you hear me, Peeta? I want to kill her," I say through gritted teeth. "She's an evil bitch who left her own son out to die. You shouldn't have been expected to understand why! You're just lucky you had your dad, otherwise, you'd be dead because of her!" ~

"You think I don't know that..?!" My voice cracks, and I immediately get quiet. There were a million other things that happened, but I knew telling Cato about them wouldn't make him any calmer. ~

"Well, you seem pretty calm about it! It's like she was trying to get rid of you." I sit up and pull the blanket off of us. The light of the room temporarily blinds me, but I adjust after about ten seconds. "How is it that someone from District Two cares more about you than your own mother?" ~

I know why. It was always obvious. But I stay quiet. I can't bare to say it. ~

"Peeta?" I lightly pull the blanket and sheets off of his face and look at him. "Are you okay? Sorry for bringing it up...?" ~

I ignore what he said. "It wasn't obvious, then...but they always say that a mother knows her son well." ~

"What wasn't obvious...?" ~

"I mean...I couldn't have known. I didn't know it. Or that I was wrong. I didn't mean to." ~

"Did you...do something?" I kneel beside him on the bed, picking up his hand and kissing it. "What happened?" ~

I look at him quickly. "I didn't know." ~

"What didn't you know?" ~

"That it was wrong." ~

"What was wrong?" I ask. "This?" Referring to us, of course. "Your...feelings?" ~

"Yeah." I whisper. "That I was gay." ~

"But it isn't wrong." With that, I collapse on top of him and smile, an inch or two away from his face. "It's so right. She's just ignorant and hateful." Like my dad. ~

"But everyone made it seem like it was so wrong. Even though they didn't know for sure, they just assumed." ~

"It's over now, though...it's in the past, right?" ~

"It is. I just...don't get why people are so hateful." ~

"Because they knew they'd never be able to have you." I lean forward and kiss his forehead. "All mine. People are jealous." ~

"That's a positive way of looking at it." I laugh. ~

"Yeah, remember? Positive thinking." Playing with his hair makes him extremely happy, so I start doing that to cheer him up. ~

"You got it from me, I swear." I sigh and lean back into him. "I miss my dad, Cato." ~

"I miss him, too, but you'll be seeing him and your brothers soon, I think." I don't mention his mother. She's a bitch. ~

"If everything goes well...I just worry that something's going to go wrong. Part of me hopes they come back before you go." ~

"I think they will. Even if I have to leave before they get here, I'll see them when I get back." I smile. ~

I realize something. "And my dad can help me with the cake. Then, it'll be extraordinary. There are things I don't know how to do that he can teach me." I missed baking with my dad. ~

"Something that you DON'T know how to do?" I laugh. "That, I can't believe." ~

"My dad made lifesized cakes that looked like people! My stuff is child's play comparatively." ~

"But your cakes are cute," I say. "I wouldn't want them any other way." ~

"I have to find a way to show you the last cake I made, with your mom. That thing was amazing-and probably delicious." I sigh. ~

"I miss that cake..." I regret not going immediately into the kitchen to devour that thing. "So...anything not totally depressing to tell me about?" ~

"I love you?" I say stupidly. ~

"'That's cheating,'" I tell him, perfectly mimicking his voice. "Come on! Something new!" ~

"Ugh, okay. Let me think." I close my eyes and hold his hand. There are a million things I could say right now, but some might make things worse, some may be over the top, and others just odd. ~

"Take your time, Peeta Bread." I guess I should prepare something too. ~

"Hm...Did I ever tell you about Toast?" ~

"Peeta, I know what toast is...I've had it before." ~

"No, no!" I laugh. "Toast. I had a kitten named Toast." ~

"YOU TOASTED YOUR CAT?" ~

"No!" I begin laughing harder. "I had a kitten, and the kitten's name was Toast!" ~

"Oh..." Time to calm down. I'm a dumbass. "So, your kitten named Toast?" ~

"Yeah, he was my kitten. I kept him in my room. I found him the spring after the blizzard incident. He was chubby and littler than normal and blonde. Kinda like me." ~

Laughing, I pinch his cheeks. "You aren't chubby." ~

"I was chubby, but then I had to do manual labor around the bakery, so it turned into muscle." I smile. "Toast and I were buddies, though. He was my only friend at times. I think he'd gotten separated from his mom and siblings when I found him all alone, so us both being loners, we bonded. I'd give him scraps from the bakery when no one was looking." ~

"Aren't you cute?" I smirk. Well, at least he had one friend. "What happened with Toast? Did you have to let him go, or is he still there?" ~

"He's still there." I laugh, thinking about how that kitten definitely was not a kitten anymore. "I took in another cat two years after Toast, and that's when my dad found out. But he was okay with that, as long as Toast and Tart, who was a little, blonde girl cat, weren't let into the bakery. He'd always make fun of me, because they eventually had babies, that since I didn't talk to a lot of people, I'd become one of those crazy people with a million cats." ~

If I hadn't come along, he would've had a million fucking cats. "So you have like twenty cats living in your house?" ~

"No, only five!" I whine. ~

This was all too much. I start laughing even harder now. "You hoarded cats!" ~

"Nuh-uh!" I pout. "I had two cats, and they had babies, so then I had five cats! I wasn't going to split up the family!" Toast, Tart, Linzer, Eclair and Strudel are happy at home with my dad and all the old bread. ~

"Well, you did a good thing. Those cats were lucky to have you," I say. "At least your dad allowed you to have pets." ~

"You couldn't?" ~

"I used to. Not since Ciro." The memories still haunt me to this day. ~

"Ciro?" I question. ~

"Our dog, from when I was six or seven. He was a big one. A labrador, I think." I extend my arms out to show the length. "Not since then." ~

"If you don't mind me asking, why not?" ~

I take in a deep breath and hold it for a few seconds before exhaling. God, old me sounds like a complete monster. "I didn't hate the dog, really, but I...I chased him around the house one day with a toy sword screaming about how I was gonna win the Hunger Games." I half-smile and laugh a little bit. "I'm laughing but it must've been fucking terrifying for that dog." ~

I laugh a little. "Poor dog! How old were you, chasing the dog? He was probably bigger than you, anyway!" ~

"Well, that was like two years after we got him, so maybe eight. Nine at most. But yeah, I scared the poor thing so much that he pissed all over the house." I pause. "My dad likes to take his shoes off when he gets in the house, so uh...he stepped in it." ~

That's when I break into hysteria. Of course, his dad deserves much more than that, but for whatever reason, the idea of him stepping in dog pee makes me laugh hard. "Oh god!" ~

"He said he was proud of my enthusiasm for the Games, but he beat my ass into the next century." Now that I think about it, that was probably one of the best things I've ever seen in my life. I've always loved seeing him angry, especially when it was my fault, but I never enjoyed when he took it out on me. "He said that if I was going to keep trying to stab the dog like that, no more pets. And that was that. I really didn't try to hurt the poor thing, just play..." And then the next time he stepped in dog pee, he gave the poor dog away. It really sucked. I have a soft spot for cute animals, I suppose. ~

"Aw... Well, when this is all over, we can get any pets we want, okay? You and me." I smile, taking his hand. ~

"Can we get a dragon?" ~

"If you can find one, of course, my love." ~

"And...a pony? I've always wanted one," I laugh. ~

"As many ponies as you want." I laugh with him, just purely happy about the prospect of our future together. ~

"Nah, I don't want a pony...just you." We make direct eye contact for a few seconds before I take him down to the floor with kisses. "Just-" Intense kiss with tongue. "You-" Another one. "For life." ~

I smile into his kisses, holding him close and never wanting to let go. "For life, and even after." I agree, pulling him in for another deep kiss. "I'll..." Again. "Hold you to that." ~

"THIS IS THE BEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!" I'm insane with happiness and I want to cry and scream and just make sweet love to this boy. But I'm afraid that if I do, it'll be the last time we ever do something together. I promised we would, so it'll have to wait until I get back. I'll get back. ~

I have a huge grin on my face. "What suddenly got into you?!" I laugh. I like it, whatever it is, but I'm just so curious. ~

"You got into me! I love you, Peeta. Do you understand what that means? I LOVE YOU!" I'm laughing. I'm insane. I love it. "I LOVE PEETA!" ~

"I love you too!" I laugh out, kissing him over and over again. "I definitely understand what that means!" I put my hands on the sides of his face. "I love you, Cato! I do!" We're crazy. But we're crazy together. ~

My laughter gets so bad that it starts going silent and I find myself gasping for air. "I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" Then, I just collapse to the floor in laughter. I can't even speak anymore. ~

I don't know what on earth's happened to him, but I absolutely love it. I'm laughing with him, and we're just happy. This is what love is supposed to be. I lay down on the ground next to him, and we just laugh for a while before I make eye contact with him again, still laughing quietly to myself. ~

"I...I'm so sor..." I'm half-panting and half-laughing. "I just never...realized before." ~

I softly, jokingly punch his stomach. "No more saying sorry!" I laugh. "Never realized what?" ~

"How much I love you! Do you know how much I love saying that? And I don't care who hears it! I LOVE YOU, PEETA!" ~

Everytime he speaks, my smile gets bigger and bigger. "I LOVE YOU, CATO!" I shout back. "I really do," I whisper. ~

"I can't control the screaming!" I raise my voice a little bit louder than his, and shout, "I LOVE YOU MORE THAN EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD, PEETA!" ~

I smile before I close his mouth with a long, passionate kiss. When I finally pull back, I whisper. "Relax, love. Relax." ~

"I can't! I'm mad for you, Peeta...you've taken me in forever and I can't get away even if I tried...I can't let you go ever. I love you, I love you, I...heart you." ~

I roll my eyes. "I think you got all of my cheesiness and all of my insanity." I smile at him. "But I feel the exact same way, Cato. I have from the start." ~

"Not all of your insanity!" I pout. "At least I don't talk to myself!" ~

"Very true. That's good though. Some of it." ~

"I...hope that makes up for last night." ~

"You made up for it when you held me when I was having nightmares last night, love...There's nothing to make up for." ~

"What were those nightmares about?" I never asked him, nor did he tell me about them. "Just curious." ~

"The torture," I say simply. ~

"Oh..." That kills the mood. "Sorry for asking..." He was having those nightmares for the first time. It was because I wasn't with him in bed that night. He asked me to sleep with him, and I said no, and he kept waking up crying because of it. "I should've been with you that entire night." ~

"I understand why you didn't want to, though...but I trust you." ~

I start sobbing-happiness, regret, depression, confusion-I have no clue. "I fucking love you." ~

"Oh god, love, please stop crying!" I kiss his face. "I love you, too." There's definitely something up with him. ~

"I can't...there's something wrong with me. I told you that last night." ~

"There's nothing wrong with you, love... This situation calls for a mix of emotions." ~

"No...I don't want to die." Still freaking out, half-screaming and half-crying...okay, maybe a little bit of laughing too...I turn away and crawl over to the wall opposite the bed. "I can't die if I love you this much! It's not right! I don't want to die." ~

"You won't!" I say to him. I hate seeing him like this. "Things will work out.. Remember? I love you more than anything in the world..." I go over by him. "We met for a reason. And you'll live through this...I just know it." ~

"Oh god. They're going to kill me." It's all just hitting me now. How the fuck can I even make it out alive? "Whether they have to or not, they'll fucking kill me." I bang my head against the wall-not too hard, but it makes a noise. "I love Peeta too much for my own good...please don't kill me." They'll slaughter me. He'll slaughter me. ~

"Shh, no... You can't let them win before you've even begun to fight." I press my forehead against his. "You can't give up." ~

"I'm sorry for loving him...I don't want that to be the reason I die. Anyone's fault but Peeta's." I shut my eyes and think about all the ways I could die. I can be shot down without anyone noticing. Taken captive again. Step on a mine and blow myself up. All murders courtesy of my father. "Peeta needs me." ~

"Cato... Stop. You're not out there. Open your eyes. Please. You're okay.." I kiss him in an attempt to make him conscious of being here in Thirteen. ~

"What are you doing?!" I open my eyes and slap his face away hard. "Peeta! I'm so sorry!" I kneel beside him and put my hand up to the red mark on his cheek. "Oh god, I'm sorry..." ~

I can't be upset with him. They did this. The Capitol. "Don't...be sorry." My eyes are tearing, but I'm not crying. "They messed with us." I put my hand on the hand that's on my face. "They...have to go down." ~

"I'm sorry. Don't cry." I kiss his cheek where I hit him. "Sorry." ~

"I'm not going to cry...this isn't your fault, love." It stings like hell, but I'll survive. ~

"No, I need to control myself...I'm sorry, Peeta Bread." I knock him to the floor with force, kissing him everywhere. "I don't want to die...I'm afraid." ~

"You'd be crazy if you weren't." I laugh. "You're allowed to be afraid. Just don't let it take over, so your fears never become reality." ~

"Okay...are you okay? I hit you...it's bruising. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." I really didn't mean to. I'm insane. I think I'm going to die, but he tells me I won't. I believe him because Peeta is always right. "I'm so sorry," I cry, "so, so sorry." ~

"Please, don't be sorry. It's okay. I'm okay. I'll be waiting here for you when you get back. It's just a bruise love...not a big deal." ~

"But I did that to you." It's a big deal. "You've been abused your entire life and now you're getting it from me..." He was wrong. I'm a bad guy. ~

"Not on purpose!" I stand. "The Capitol fucked you up, Cato, and I can't forgive them for that! But I'm not going to be upset with you for what they did." ~

I lie down on the floor on my stomach, with my face turned slightly to the side. "I don't want to lose you again! I LOVE YOU!" ~

"You're never going to lose me...I'll always be your only Lover Boy. Remember that." ~

"Really? Will you?" He's going to lose me because I'm going to die. I'm going to lose him because he'll go crazy after that. "Please...stay with me down here." ~

"No matter what happens to either of us." I insist as I sit by him. "Always. I promised." ~

"I...thank you. I'll try my best to come back to you. No promises." ~

"That's...all I ask of you. I'll be here waiting, you know." ~

"Thank you...please don't let me die." ~

"You're driven by the need to come back to me. You will." ~

The crying that had started earlier is picking up more and more as I come to terms with the possibility of death. "I hope so." ~

"You will... I know it." ~

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